My longing for a different setting outside the window I wake up to quite obviously told me that I was ready to get out of here. Out of this house and out of this town.
    I wake up next to leaveless trees and an empty field. I long to look out onto other houses and a mailbox. And while this may seem ordinary and mundane to you, it means everything to me. I've grown tired of the solitude this house gives me. I used to be grateful for the space it provided, but I've realized I was only trapped inside a larger prison cell.
    And you can laugh all you want and tell me everyone feels this way, but my dreams are filled with neighborhoods and parks I can walk to in places far away from here. I fantasize about the day I will hold a one-way plane ticket and boxes full of my things because if you were to ask my what I hate about this place, my answer would gladly roll off my tongue, but if you were to ask me what I like about it, you'd have to give me a few days.
    And don't get me wrong, I've made some good friends and great memories here, but I have to get out.